For the third time in twelve and a half years, I have power of attorney or house keys for someone not here. This time it’s keys for a guy who died and whose wife is a home with Alzheimer’s. A happy discovery was that they have a substantial number of books. Real, paper books like I rarely read anymore. I tried this one years ago but found it boring. Now it fascinates me.
The physiology of the eyeball and…well, then there’s this Post-it note as a bookmark:
Quarter them, steam a half hour. It’s umm, well, kind of…
…OK, maybe it’s just me.
